I really like this! Saturday nights in certain bars, you realize just how thin the veneer of civilization really is, and how quickly it rubs off! Your poem reminds me of the beginning of “Hitchhiker’s Guide,” when foreman charged with demolishing Dent’s home is unaware that he’s descended from Attila the Hun (or beserkers?) and he feels a whole lot better once he’s bulldozed the house.

Ha! I like the reference to ‘Hitchhiker’s Guide’ – yes, I hadn’t thought of that! And I agree with your comment about certain bars, absolutely. I’ve commented elsewhere that if you want to just see how racist, unpleasant, and nasty most societies can be, Saturday night in a bar is a really good place to start.

Lord dying on the stake, you certainly hit the head of the nail with this one! Should we squeeze a man enough to speak his truth, he might discreetly say “do not assume that I have come to bring peace to the earth; I have not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to turn ‘A man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law.…”

Mick, serious issues taken up within this humourous poem! I wonder don’t many of us feel constraints of modern life … hence long to do something else, if not on a Viking scale! Personally I miss the ocean ..despite never having lived there but wonder if it isn’t in my genes! 😀😀

Thanks, Annika. Yes, I called it tongue-in-cheek, rather because I was using humour to say it. I agree it’s something many of us feel – I certainly do, although I’m not certain I want to take a sword to my neighbours (although…sometimes…)! And perhaps it’s not something unique to these times, by any means.